Angelina [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  The loud music could be heard outside the main entrance. As they entered, the lights were dim and an ultraviolet blue light illuminated the walkway to the club. There were numerous bars all illuminated with this rather classy blue lighting. The place reeked of high class, and even the people dressed like they were loaded.

  A group of people were being loud in one corner booth as the waiter popped a cork on champagne and a guy with a short beard roared as he held a thin, young blonde around the waist. Numerous women surrounded him. She tried to take in all the different sights. She was awestruck and suddenly feeling out of sorts.

  “This place is amazing. We’re bound to meet some classy guys here,” Elle said as they continued to follow the crowd.

  Vera began to wave to someone and immediately the three of them recognized Felix, from the bar last night.

  “Good evening, ladies, and welcome to Dominate.” He pulled Vera into an embrace and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed along her ass, and he gave it a squeeze as if he owned her. Angelina swallowed hard. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Felix was a nice-looking man and very well dressed.

  “Ladies, if you would like a drink from the bar, it’s on me tonight.”

  “Oh yeah.” Elle made a beeline toward the bar to order a drink. Angelina looked around and slowly followed Elle. As they sipped their martinis, Angelina and Elle people watched and talked about the sights.

  “This is one hell of an establishment. I wonder who owns it,” Elle said.

  “Someone with great taste and a lot of money, that’s for sure. Those guys over there are drinking Dom Pérignon like it’s water. Look at all the bottles,” Angelina whispered.

  “Is that expensive?”

  “Hell yeah. Depending on the year, it can go for four hundred to two thousand dollars.”

  “Per bottle?” Elle asked as she nearly choked on her drink.

  Angelina nodded her head.

  She really liked the setup of the place and the atmosphere. As she crossed her legs and finished her first martini, some guy came up to Elle and began to talk with her. He looked like he was some kind of businessman and a bit older than Elle, but Elle didn’t care. She was here to party.

  “Martini, shaken not stirred, two olives. Am I correct?”

  Angelina turned around to see a very stunning-looking gentleman holding two martinis in his hands. He stared into her eyes and she felt a flutter of interest. It was just the beginning of the night, but so far the prospects were looking good.

  “How did you know?” she asked as he passed her the glass then leaned against the bar very close to her. She remained seated on the stool with her legs crossed and her shoulders back. She didn’t want to seem nervous.

  “I was watching you. I saw you the moment you entered with your two friends.”

  “Hmm,” she replied nonchalantly and as if she were not the least impressed with his opening line.

  “I figured I’d better come over right away, before someone else beat me to it and I never got a chance to learn your name.”

  He was good and he was attractive with dark blond hair and dark brown eyes. There was something in those eyes that put her feminine instincts on alert. Was it good, was it bad, did she even care right now?

  “So, what is your name?” he whispered as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She got the chills from his move.

  “Angelina.”

  He refocused on her.

  “My name is Charles. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angelina.” He reached his hand out to shake hers, and when their fingers touched, he gave her hand a squeeze. It was very mechanical and cold. She pulled her hand back.

  “Is this your first time at Dominate?” he asked her, and she nodded her head. He moved closer and whispered next to her ear.

  “Do you know about the private rooms in the back?”

  She looked at him.

  “No, what goes on in there?” she asked, but then thought she shouldn’t have by the way the guy was speaking with her. His eyes zeroed in on her breasts, her face, and her eyes. He made her feel self-conscious.

  “I’ll show you later, after we get better acquainted.”

  Glancing to the right, she saw Elle walking with the man she had just met. He was leading her away, and now Charles turned to watch and smiled as he took a sip from his drink.

  “Your friend is very interested in the back room.”

  “She’s never been here either. Maybe I should follow her to make sure she’s okay.”

  Charles placed his hand on her knee, stopping her from moving off the stool.

  “She’s in good hands. Don’t worry.”

  Angelina was worried. She didn’t like the feeling she had, and she also didn’t like the drink she was sipping. She felt the alcohol immediately. She went to place it on the bar and nearly missed the edge. Charles grabbed her hand and stepped closer to her.

  “I think maybe you need a change of scenery. Perhaps a walk to burn off the drink?” he suggested as he helped her up off the stool. Something wasn’t right. The room began to spin and she found herself leaning into Charles as he walked her somewhere.

  “I need to use the ladies’ room,” she mumbled.

  “I’ll take you. Just stay with me. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight. I promise, my little beauty.” She felt his lips against her cheek and neck, and she tried to pull away, but his hold was firm. He led her down a hallway and to a room.

  * * * *

  “It’s another crazy night. Look at that blonde right there. Damn, she’s got a nice ass,” Reynolds stated as he looked at the surveillance cameras at the club.

  “Sure does. Did you see Felix’s latest toy? She looked good, too. But the black-haired beauty was the hottest thus far,” Ben added as Terrance walked into the surveillance room.

  “You guys seen Felix?” Terrance asked.

  “Yeah, he’s on break. Met some cute chick and her friends downstairs. He’s in the corner with her and the other two are at the bar, right here,” Reynolds said.

  “Damn that woman is hot. Look at her legs. She’s all class,” Ben stated.

  Their boss, Terrance, pushed between them. “Zoom in on her, the one in the red dress.”

  “Yes, sir,” Reynolds said then zoomed the camera in.

  “Holy shit,” Terrance whispered.

  “She’s hot, boss. We noticed her the moment she entered the club,” Ben said.

  “Keep an eye on her. You said she came in with Felix and two women?” he asked.

  “Yep. These two,” Reynolds stated then played back the video of when they first entered the club.

  “Get Felix on the line for me,” Terrance ordered.

  “Hey, looks like some big guy is making a play on her now. Brought over two drinks,” Ben said. Terrance watched as they shook hands and she accepted the drink.

  “Watch her and let me know what’s going on. I’m downstairs on the main floor if you need me,” Terrance stated then left the room.

  “That was weird,” Reynolds said to Ben.

  “Yeah, never seen the boss show interest in a woman like that. He must know her.”

  “She looks a lot younger though.”

  Ben shrugged his shoulders.

  He looked back at the screen. “That guy, zoom in on him. Is he the one from the other night?” Ben asked.

  Reynolds zoomed in closer. “Can’t tell, why?”

  “You remember that woman who went missing and how the cops tracked her original location here at the club?”

  “Yeah. Witnesses said she left with a guy.”

  “They found her. She was raped and she had drugs in her system. I can’t believe these lowlife men. It must suck to have to drug a woman just to have sex with her.”

  “What are you saying, that this guy is the same guy?” Reynolds asked.

  “No. I’m just saying I recognize him from last week. There’s just something about him that’s all.”

  They watched until
they saw the way the woman began to act.

  “Something isn’t right,” Reynolds whispered.

  “Call Bull. He can get to her fastest from his location.”

  * * * *

  Charles shoved her against the wall and kissed her hard on the mouth. She tried to push him away, but she felt drunk and weak. This wasn’t right. She didn’t feel right, yet her body buzzed with something.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re perfect and exactly what the man ordered. I can’t even resist a taste of you myself,” he said against her neck, and she knew this was wrong.

  His mouth was on her neck, and she was trying to fight him off. A panicked feeling filled her gut as she fought for control of her mind and her body. On instinct, she resisted his touch. She lifted her knee fast and hard, catching him in the crotch.

  “Bitch!” he yelled then forearmed her in the breast. She screamed, and in a flash she heard a door swing open and someone yelling.

  “Let go of her. Stop right there.”

  She nearly fell to the floor as Charles released her and took off. There were numerous footsteps and men yelling until she felt strong hands grip her waist.

  “Hey, sweetie, are you okay?”

  She looked up until she locked gazes with some big guy she had never seen before.

  “Is she okay? What the fuck happened?” She recognized that voice, and as the big guy released her, Terrance popped in front of her.

  “Angelina? What happened? Did that guy try something with you? Are you okay?” he asked firmly.

  * * * *

  Terrance was filled with anger and concern for Angelina.

  “Find that asshole.”

  “They’re on it, boss,” Bull told him. As soon as Terrance got the call over the radio about Angelina, he practically flew down the staircase and slammed into numerous people trying to get to her. He saw Bull enter the back exit hallway first.

  He held Angelina steady. Damn she smelled incredible and looked so beautiful and classy.

  Her held her face between his hands and tilted it up toward him.

  “Baby, are you okay? What happened?”

  She hiccupped and smiled.

  “I’m great. It’s nice to see you, Terrance,” she slurred then wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

  He was shocked. Something wasn’t right. She had just arrived at the club. She couldn’t possibly be drunk already.

  “You smell good,” she whispered as he grabbed her arms and unlinked them from around his neck.

  “Fuck. She’s drunk,” Bull said.

  Terrance looked into her eyes. “I know her, Bull. She’s not drunk. There’s something wrong. Look at her eyes.”

  Terrance held her face between his hands and saw that her pupils appeared dilated. She looked high. His gut clenched as fear and anger nearly consumed him.

  “She’s not drunk, she’s been drugged.”

  Terrance pulled Angelina against his side and walked her to the elevator.

  “I want Reynolds and Ben to look over the security tapes. Find that asshole and see if you can get a name on him. Also see if he placed something in the drink. Tell Ron and Smith to find her other friend. Felix and the other friend are in room three.”

  “Got it, boss,” Bull stated then spoke into his mic.

  Terrance was filled with mixed emotions. He was angry, he was worried and he couldn’t believe that Angelina was in his and his brother’s club. When his men found the asshole that drugged her, he was a dead man.

  He paused as he felt Angelina run her fingers through his hair. She moved in front of him and pressed her body against his.

  “I always wanted to do this.”

  It was too much, having her this close to him. She was so beautiful and young. His cock hardened from the feel of her body. Her breasts felt full and large as she pressed them against his chest. She tilted her head up and kissed his chin.

  He grabbed her wrists to stop her from rubbing his hair.

  “Angelina, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The elevator chimed, indicating that they had arrived upstairs, and Angelina made a similar sound with her mouth. She was flying high and he wasn’t sure what to do. He walked her down the hall to his main office.

  He heard the call coming through his wrist mic. He lifted his wrist as he held Angelina by her waist.

  “I need you here now, my office,” he stated to Lucifer.

  As he closed his door, Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders.

  “You sound so bossy. Who were you talking to?” she asked as she lifted her thigh and rubbed it against his. This was torture for him. She was a sexy woman, and he would love nothing more than to rip the dress off of her and make love to her, branding her his own, but he knew he couldn’t. He and his brothers still hadn’t made up their minds. It didn’t seem fair to take Angelina away from her life as she knew it.

  He pushed her leg down and she nearly lost her balance.

  “I want you to sit down, Angelina. I’m going to get you some water.”

  “No water, and no martinis. There’s something wrong with the martinis,” she slurred.

  He knelt down on the floor.

  “Did you taste something bad in them, sugar?” he asked her, trying to figure out what drug was in them.

  “No. Just felt it right away. Why are we talking so much? We’re alone now, Terry, baby. I want to touch you.” She ripped open his button-down shirt and pressed her hands against his chest. He was shocked and then she licked his nipple, rubbed her palms all over him and began to rub herself against him again.

  The door to the office shoved open, and Terrance was grabbing her hands trying to stop her.

  “Please, Angelina, you don’t know what you’re doing.” She released him and moved to the side. That was when she saw Lucifer.

  “What the hell is going on? Someone said a woman was drugged.”

  “Close the door, Lucifer.”

  Angelina grabbed Terrance by the waist of his pants and began to undo his belt. He grabbed her hands and then glanced at Lucifer, giving him an evil look.

  Lucifer seemed to be putting two and two together as Terrance was doing everything in his power not to reciprocate Angelina’s moves. His anger grew deeper, knowing that some guy nearly took her out of the club in this drugged state.

  “Angelina, you have to stop, baby. That guy you were talking to, the one who brought you down the hall to the back exit door, drugged you.”

  “Where is he?” Lucifer asked.

  She rubbed herself against him then kissed Terrance’s chin and licked and sucked on his neck as she rubbed her mound against his cock.

  “Please make love to me, Terrance. I want you so badly. I want you and your brothers, but they don’t want me.”

  Lucifer pulled her away from Terrance. He held her by the shoulders and looked at her face

  “Lucifer?” she asked and held his gaze as her body swayed.

  “Her pupils are dilated. We may have to get her stomach pumped, because there’s no telling what he gave her. We have to report this, Terrance. She could have been raped.”

  “You’re so serious, Lucifer. Stop being so serious.” She pointed her finger at his cheek and ran it down and into his mouth.

  She stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lower lip. “Mmm…you taste good, too. Why don’t you want me? Don’t you like my body?” She cupped her breast. When she did, she pulled away and held herself.

  “Angelina, what is it?” Lucifer asked her.

  She shook her head as if trying to get rid of the sensation.

  “It hurts. He hurt me,” she whispered.

  “We’re going to take you to the hospital, Angelina. You need help,” Lucifer whispered.

  “No hospital. You look at it.” She began to pull down her top when Terrance grabbed her hands to stop her.

  “Jesus. We have to get her out of here.”

  “No, Terrance. Make love to me. Both of you.” She tried to kiss h
im, but Terrance and Lucifer stopped her.

  Terrance held her firmly by her arms.

  “No, Angelina. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

  She pushed away from him and nearly stumbled.

  “You’re just like Mike and Tye. They treat me like I’m a daughter and not a woman. I am a woman!” she yelled, and then she held her head between her hands.

  “Angelina, are you okay?’ Terrance asked as he reached for her.

  “I’m going to be sick.”

  Chapter 2

  Angelina felt exhausted and nauseous as she sat on the couch at home. She should be resting but she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop thinking about the guy Charles and how stupid she was to forget the number-one rule when going out to a bar.

  Never accept drinks from strangers.

  She was always supposed to watch the bartender make the drinks. She was stupid and it nearly cost her everything. Never mind of all the clubs she, Vera, and Elle went to, it had to be one owned by the Bouchets. As she thought about Lucifer and Terrance, she wondered what had happened. At the hospital she wound up vomiting continuously and they didn’t have to pump her stomach. Thank God, because she heard the details of the process, and that wouldn’t be fun. She was lucky that they gave her something to calm her as she tried to answer questions from police officers and detectives. Everyone was there and filled with concern. She felt like such an idiot. Mike, Tye, Lucifer, and Terrance were there, too, and they all appeared so fierce looking. She was the one in pain. Even now her belly and ribs ached when she walked, and her breasts were bruised. She couldn’t remember from what.

  The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted her thoughts. She stood up slowly, but before she could walk, the door opened and Vera and Elle arrived carrying flowers and a box of pralines. Angelina’s favorite on a normal day. Not now, after her stomach remained in knots.

  “How are you feeling?” Vera asked as she plopped down on the couch next to Angelina. Elle took a seat on the coffee table.

  “Like crap. I’m tired, my stomach and ribs hurt, and there’s this bruise on my breast. Not sure where the hell that came from.”